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The punch came before Alex even knew it was coming. He expected this from Ashton, not from Barclay. It made him take a couple of steps back and it looked a little silly as he used the arms of the costume to try to keep his balance. But then Barclay was in his face and daring him to continue. The fucker just HIT him. Snitch? Oh fuck yeah was he going to snitch. Maybe he'd get another apology letter out of it too. He'd start a collection. And knowing that Barclay didn't mean it but had to write it would make it that much better.
Alex pulled off the top of the costume exposing his face. His hair stuck up from having it matted down by the fabric and his expression was clear. Only it wasn't rage or anger. It was satisfaction. Like he was happy that just happened and in a way he was.
He'd gotten under their skin and he didn't have to do much. It was a stupid smirk on his face but he hoped it would make them want to punch him again. Davian appeared before Alex could say anything and started to drag him away. Alex didn't really fight it and simply shouted, "I win."
Even if it didn't look like a victory, Alex saw it as one. Because in the end, Alex had gotten a rise out of them and made Barclay look like a humorless thug. The fact that Ashton didn't do anything also proved Alex's point in a way. Ashton couldn't do anything himself and had his witch do it for him.
"Everyone saw the punch, right?" Alex asked Davian.